Cross and Miskatonic University: Four

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He had a winning smile.

Doctor Lyle Fisher was a man who prided himself on his ability to win over even the most hesitant of investors when it came to the university. Whether it was a natural talent or one he cultivated, there was no denying his charisma. He had a near immaculate set of teeth, the charms of an aristocrat, and the skills of a diplomat.

I’m certain he expected to talk his way out of death whenever it came for him.

Alas, I am not death.

I’m a Blood, and I deal in death. Pain, when it’s called for.

And right now, it’s called for.

I could hear Fisher on his phone, murmuring soft words of reassurance. He was, from what I gathered, telling one of his colleagues that there was nothing to fear. That the other three members of the board had been struck low by some foul creature unleashed from the Hollow, and nothing more.

The idea that something from the Hollow was considered less of a threat than myself brought a smile to my face.

But the smile didn’t last long.

A moment later, Fisher hung up the phone, and I heard the telltale rattling of glasses.

I was surprised to find the door unlocked, and by the expression on his face, I could tell he was surprised he had forgotten to secure it.

In one of his hands was a large decanter of brandy. The stopper for it was in the other, and while he could easily have thrown them both at me to buy himself some time, he did not. Instead, he stood frozen in place with fear.

A heartbeat later, he soiled himself, and I was in the room, closing the door behind me.

He tried to speak, but the words were nonsensical.

He didn’t fight as I took the decanter and the stopper away, nor did he struggle when I forced him into his chair.

In a matter of moments, he was bound to the furniture, his terror-filled eyes never leaving me. I drew my Bowie knife and his eyes fixed upon its tip.

As I squeezed his mouth open, Fisher understood what was about to happen, and he howled as I used the weapon to dig out the first of his teeth.

With a flick of my wrist, I sent the tooth clattering to the floor, and I whistled while I worked.

#horror #fear

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Nicholas Efstathiou

Husband, father, and writer.

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